Thief of Time

in one second was hardly a major achievement.
    Keeping things cool was, however. But there he had been lucky.
    Mr. Soak walked into the ice room, where his breath turned to fog in the frigid air. Churns were stacked across the floor, sparkling on the outside. Vats of butter and cream were piled on shelves that glistened with ice. Rack after rack of eggs were just visible through the frost. He’d been planning to add the ice cream business in the summer. It was such an obvious step. Besides, he needed to use up the cold.
    A stove was burning in the middle of the floor. Mr. Soak always bought good coal from the dwarfs, and the iron plates were glowing red. The room, one felt, ought to be an oven, but there was a gentle sizzling on the stove as frost battled with the heat. With the stove roaring, the room was merely an ice box. Without the stove…
    Ronnie opened the door of a white-rimed cupboard and smashed at the ice within with his fist. Then he reached inside.
    What emerged, crackling with blue flame, was a sword.
    It was a work of art, the sword. It had imaginary velocity, negative energy, and positive cold, cold so cold that it met heat coming the other way and took on something of its nature. Burning cold. There has never been anything as cold as this since before the universe began. In fact, it seemed to Chaos, everything since then had been merely lukewarm.
    “Well, I’m back,” he said.
    The fifth horseman rode out, and a faint smell of cheese followed with him.

    Unity looked at the other two, and at the blue glow that still hovered around the group. They had taken cover behind a fruit barrow.
    “If I may offer a suggestion,” she said, “it is that w—that Auditors are not good with surprises. The impulse is always to consult. And the assumption is always that there will be a plan.”
    “So?” said Susan.
    “I suggest total madness. I suggest you and…and the…young man run for the shop, and I will attract the attention of the Auditors. I believe this old man should assist me because he will die soon in any case.”
    There was silence.
    “Accurate yet unnecessary,” said Lu-Tze.
    “That was not good etiquette?” she said.
    “It could have been better. However, is it not written, ‘When you have got to go, you have got to go’?” said Lu-Tze. “And also that ‘You should always wear clean underwear because you never know if you will be knocked down by a cart’?”
    “Will it help?” said Unity, looking very puzzled.
    “That is one of the great mysteries of the Way,” said Lu-Tze, nodding sagely. “What chocolate do we have left?”
    “We’re down to the nougat now,” said Unity. “And I believe nougat is a terrible thing to cover with chocolate, where it can ambush the unsuspecting. Susan?”
    Susan was peering up the street.
    “Mmm?”
    “Do you have any chocolate left?”
    Susan shook her head. “Mmm-mmm.”
    “I believe you were carrying the cherry cremes?”
    “Mmm?”
    Susan swallowed, and then gave a cough which expressed, in a remarkably concise way, embarrassment and annoyance.
    “I just had one,” she snapped. “I needed the sugar.”
    “I’m sure no one said you did have more than one,” said Unity meekly.
    “We haven’t been counting at all, ” said Lu-Tze.
    “If you have a handkerchief,” said Unity, diplomatically, “I could wipe away the chocolate around your mouth, which must have inadvertently got there during the last engagement.”
    Susan glared and used the back of her hand.
    “It’s just the sugar,” she said. “That’s all. It’s fuel. And do stop going on about it! Look, we can’t just let you die to get—”
    Yes, we can, said Lobsang.
    “Why?” said Susan, shocked.
    Because I have seen everything.
    “Would you like to tell everyone?” said Susan, reverting to Classroom Sarcasm. “We’d all like to know how this ends!”
    You misunderstand the meaning of “everything. ”
    Lu-Tze rummaged in his sack of ammunition and produced two chocolate eggs and a paper bag. Unity went white at the sight of the bag.
    “I didn’t know we had any of those!”
    “Good, are they?”
    “Coffee beans coated in chocolate,” breathed Susan. “They should be outlawed!”
    The two women watched in horror as Lu-Tze put one in his mouth. He gave them a surprised look.
    “Quite nice, but I prefer licorice,” he said.
    “You mean you don’t want another one?” said Susan.
    “No, thank you.”
    “Are you sure ?”
    “Yes. I’d quite